Falling Freely

Story

I love how snow softens and changes everything and how it brings peace--a lot like grace.

Lyrics

- Well I know, it falls like snow, Coming steadily and coming slow, Covering what we would show, Changing everything we think we know, Falling, freely falling. It doesn’t make a sound, coming all the way back down, Opening and spreading ‘round a blanket on this frozen ground, Like a dream descending, newness that is never-ending, All that’s past rescinding, all that matters it is mending. White that once was red, from a wound that always bled, Now the sky has shed this resurrection for the dead, Can it be that love is blind and grace is free? Again I start to see, they will suffice for you and me.